Monday morning, I’m in my 1st period English class and zoning out. My eyes are stuck on one spot in particular on the far wall of the classroom. There's a large hole in the large. I like to think that some kid got so mad at our English teacher-Mrs Burke- that they punched a hole in the wall. I almost laughed at that thought. “Slam!” I jumped in my seat and whipped my head around. Chest heaving and hands fidgeting. Mrs. Burke was standing over me, menacingly. I exaggerated a gulp. “ Mr. Gardiner, pay attention!” I nodded. Mrs. Burke walked away to chew out another student. I looked down at my desk and started counting the lines in the woods. -Ethan
